Will the Potter's wheel Still Turn

When I'm bereaved of flesh and bone
stripped down naked to spirit alone,
when I am bled of form and function
will eternity be my assumption?
When I am ashes in the wind
and dusted back to where we begin,
when I am crumbled down to clay,
what will I hear the Master say?
As I'm unleashed from space and time
will He whisper, "You are mine?"
I'll stand on the promise, He will call my name
Because even though I've been changed
He always, will remain the same.

Psalm 32:8-9
King James Version

" I will instruct thee and teach thee in
the way which thou shalt go: I will
guide thee with mine eye. Be ye not as
the horse, or as the mule, which have no
understanding: whose mouth must be held
in with bit and bridle, lest they come
near unto thee."